three years in and done
seems to be the right thing.
When it ends, no matter how, the feeling is not of remorse or sadness, but a sense of right, or as Pierre said: "Just", it is that.
she is sad, but shortly that will pass, when that sense of just comes about.
the fog of me will lift from her and clearly will her... Read More

work work work work... fucking deadlines
work work work work... fucking deadlines
work work work work... fucking deadlines
work work work work... fucking deadlines
work work work work... fucking deadlines
work work work work... fucking deadlines
work work work work... fucking deadlines
work work work work... fucking deadlines

one week
then three weeks
then 5 weeks
then 9 weeks
then fuck it all, done or... Read More

It is like living with someone else, someone that you are not getting on with very well. Something I unfortunately know rather to well. In trying to do something, in this case, read, with the necessary quiet, to be able to absorb the challenging thoughts, that need so much concentration to do so, with every sound emitted from them, causing a break in concentration and... Read More

so there was a lack of booze around here primarly because i fogot, so silly. i do have rum though and bought coke and had a rum and coke and holy fuck, talk about bee lining to my brain. the rum that is. now i cannot read and i seem tohave to correct every fucking word i type. sheesh
there is something interesting that happens... Read More